O God, O Venus, O Mercury, patron of thieves, <br />Give me in due time, I beseech you, a little tobacco-shop, <br />With the little bright boxes <br />piled up neatly upon the shelves <br />And the loose fragment cavendish <br />and the shag, <br />And the bright Virginia <br />loose under the bright glass cases, <br />And a pair of scales <br />not too greasy, <br />And the votailles dropping in for a word or two in passing, <br />For a flip word, and to tidy their hair a bit. <br /> <br />O God, O Venus, O Mercury, patron of thieves, <br />Lend me a little tobacco-shop, <br />or install me in any profession <br />Save this damn'd profession of writing, <br />where one needs one's brains all the time.<br /><br />Ezra Pound<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-lake-isle/
